The low eastern sun
is now painting downtown
the softest of orange
as though the buildings
have they themselves been
dipped into a puddle
of sherbet and sprinkled
with morning as though
Denver is on the
menu at Dairy Queen
Month: August 2023
IttyBittyPlace
Some things do return
and some things don’t
it’s in that gap
that itty bitty place
where missing often happens
and this missing is
by far bigger than
the time spent together
I guess that there’s
something to be said
in just how we
remember things be them
better or for worse
for how we remember
wills just how big
that itty bitty place
does need to be
Imagined
If you only knew
only knew how many
times I imagined you
imagining you with me
if you only knew
how I would hold
you how I did
hold you when I
imagined you if you
only knew then and
now I think about
then then when I
imagined you because now
I have and do
and even in my
wildest of imagining you
I never imagined you
to be like this
Radio
There simply is too
much static noise now
on my broken radio
I hear nothing but
noise noise I suppose
like breadcrumbs promising something
better yet to find
but there are too
few stations upon which
to listen and far too
much noise where did
the music go where
did the melodies run
All I ever hear
now are scratchy sounds
problems and dissonance and
diarrhea spewing from unfamiliar
mouths maybe it’s time
to just switch off
this old contraption and
instead listen to nature
the wind in the
trees and the silence
that the stars promise
MeBookI
If I were a
book I’d prefer to
be read by someone
who has already read
me someone who knows
and anticipates and waits
for their favorite page
and favorite part someone
who enjoys my weight
and the wait the
wait for it to
happen there’s always something
good about the familiar
a cozy place a
welcome spot and if
I were a book
I’d hide in plain
sight and always overlooked
for there is nothing
special about me except
to those who have
already dared to read
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 